The president announced that a new coup attempt in the country was in the making. In his two years in office, Nicolas Maduro has warned us about more coup attempts than Fidel Castro has skirted in his lifetime.
When I turned 30 something last year I got a trip as gift. Since I don’t enjoy tours organized by others, my friend and I set off on an adventure in southern Venezuela, that paradise of feminine beauty known as La Gran Sabana (The great plain). (48 photos)
Caracas is not a pretty city. The only thing that keeps people from going completely mad is the Waraira Repano (or Mount Avila) that hugs almost the entire extent of the capital. A light rain is enough to flood the city’s streets and make them look like weeping virgins. (46 photos)
If President Maduro is hoping to make people lose all confidence in his government, it is one of the things he is doing quickly and successfully. He has postponed his Annual Report for 2014 a second time. Now it is reset for this afternoon.
What gradually became a daily spectacle as of a year ago has become rather uncomfortable news here in Venezuela and abroad: immense line-ups of people hoping to buy food and hygiene products.
In December, we all like to talk about or at least think about our plans for the coming months, about what we achieved or left behind during the year that comes to an end. This may have something to do with the unconscious need to be re-born: to let what we were die in order to become others, new, better and more evolved.
Six years ago, a friend of mine called me and asked me: “Would you be interested in letting a yuma (gringo) use your photos?” Put that way, it sounded awful. Immediately, however, he gave me a more serious explanation.
I still remember the discussion regarding the Internet my father had with a woman. It was heated, as all my father’s discussions tend to be. I don’t recall – nor does it really matter – what the lady had said, but she had backed an opinion saying she had read about it on the Internet. (12 photos)
I haven’t felt the inclination to write about my experiences among Venezuelans for some time now. When one’s happy, you see, one tends to forget everything else. And I couldn’t be happier, because, in addition to the joy I always feel, I now I have the joy of feeling right at home, feeling as though I were in Cuba, that is.